I Forgot About Songs chords

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G                          G 
To hear a song like that, To have it spoon your sad little heart 
G                                                   G 
It didn't give me a better outlook on life but it told me: "I've been there too, and I turned it to art" 

               C       D            Em 
And that made all the difference to me 
          C       D             G 
That made all the difference to me 

G                             G 
And I forgot about songs, I forgot about what they are to me 
G                            G 
I forgot how they hold me, How they sooth me and carry me 

C                                          G 
 I forgot about violins, I forgot how they see me 
C                                          Em 
 Try me and taunt me, And how they finally breathe me 

C                                                        G 
 I forgot about chord changes Where the base tone stays intact 
C                                                    Em 
 I forgot about drums and Voices with a tendency to crack 
           C       D            Em 
They make all the difference to me 
           C       D            G 
They make all the difference to me 

                C                       Em 
There was this September When all broke through 
                  D                       Em            D              C 
Turned out all my truths had worn thin, I dangled by a thread from within 
                  Em        D 
But I heard a violin 


                    C                           Em 
"I'll hold you my child", The song said, and it did 
              D                            Em            D           C 
It stroke my forehead with pale hands and Slowly carried me to the bridge 
                    Em           D 
And as the Chorus arrived I let go - oh 

G            
And you're so young, You're so young and you come up to me 
         G 
And you tell me it helped you through something bad, You say and you hang your head 
                                   C 
But this song it helped you through 

C                                        G 
 I get home and I kick my books, Fuck you knowledge 
C                                            Em 
 I was never on your team, never one of your fighters 
                             D 
I was born a romantic for a reason 
                              G 
Not to be loved, To be a songwriter